Chapter 12: Prince and the Little Mermaid (12)

After a moment of silence, he suddenly hooked his lips and repeated softly: "It’s a kiss..."
The old grandmother swam gently, raised her hand and touched his long hair, telling the story is generally slow:
"Kissing is not only a act of expressing love, but also a sacred ritual for us mermaid. If you have someone you like, you will understand the meaning of the kiss. Once the mermaid kisses someone... it is equal to that person. Dedicating all of yourself."
The little mermaid didn't look at her, just looking at the shaking grass, the voice was very low: "I know."
"All. Every hair, every inch of skin, every heart beats..." The old grandmother sighed slightly: "Children, do you have someone you like?"
The teenager did not answer, lifted the thick eyelashes, and the blue-eyed pupil stared quietly at the grandmother in front of him.
The old grandmother closed her eyes and shook her head slightly:
"Children, you must remember that kisses cannot be given easily unless you are prepared and willing to contribute to that person."
Amber’s look was calm, and he went back to his face and continued to look at the shuttle fish.
The old grandmother continued to slow down:
"Your ‘all’ is different from ‘all’. It is what you have, including what you care about, such as loved ones, friends, and things you haven’t noticed, such as health, singing, and even life.

She sighed softly. "So, you can only send your own kiss if you are ready. But this is only for mermaid, if it is human..."
The little mermaid's long eyelashes trembled quietly, watching the beautiful underwater garden quietly, and the clear and sound sounds were waveless, as if it were just a light repetition:
"If it is human?"
"If it's human, it's two different things." The old grandmother stared at him quietly. "Human love is the most unreliable. Kissing is not a holy thing for them, and you don't have to be responsible for it. Love is the same. Human life. For a short time, my heart is erratic. I can kiss many people in my life, and I can love many people."
The little mermaid smiled softly, and the soft lips of the swelled lips were softly muttered:
"...more than fair."
The old grandmother smiled helplessly and slowly said: "There are people who have souls. Even if their lives are short, they can go to heaven after they die. We can't, even if we have a life span of hundreds of years, after death, It will only turn into a bubble floating around the sea."
She hesitated, "unless..."
The child in front of her looked up at her, and the blue eyes were calm. "Unless what?"
"Unless people are willing to give us the soul." The old grandmother gently said, "If you can get the true love of mankind - if he loves a mermaid better than everything, he will give half of the soul, half of the joy to her. ...but, child, that is impossible."
The little mermaid blinked: "Why?"
The old grandmother smiled and said gently:
"Because the fish tail."
"My dear child, the fishtail is something that humans can't accept. It's too strange for humans, no one will fall in love with a mermaid with a fishtail."
Amber squinted his eyes.
His long eyelashes trembled, and finally he seemed to whisper to himself, whispering:
"Do humans not fall in love with mermaid?"
To answer him is a sigh of sigh:
"Yes, child. No."